Not, better not to risk it with the fundraiser coming up…

“Fair enough. Oh, by the way I’ll be at the fundraiser this evening. Seems saving the head of the Jackson Foundation has its perks.”

“How’d you know I was going to be there?”

I rolled my eyes, “Come on, you and the big boss are the headliners. Everyone knows you’re there and is looking forward to talking to you about all the work they’re paying for. Good luck explaining it to a bunch of rich business types! Hope you’ve been practicing your small words.”

There was a moment of such panic on her face that I was worried I was about to screw myself out of the fundraiser regardless. Instead, I got lucky. In one sense. She spoke before I had the opportunity to suggest it.

“Ah, well, I will need your services then.”

I raised an eyebrow…okay, both eyebrows, I’m not fucking Spock, though I’d like to fuck T’Pol, or the actress--I **** my brain back to the topic at hand. “Uh, I’ll be with--”

“Practicing speaking to i--the less educated,” she managed the last moment swap pretty smoothly. “Not…anything else.”

“Oh, uh, I mean, you’ve left it to the last minute. We have to work, but I guess after my shift? I have to run the carpool, and we have to meet Jasmine at 7:00, but we could practice until then?”

She nodded firmly.

“Where would you like to practice?” I asked, putting it in her lap. I wanted to push for her place, but that would look suspicious, my place even more so and any public place looked like a date, so… she glanced around, but she could hardly say work, especially not since we both had to dress up for this thing.

“My place.” she wrote down her address, with a slightly contemptuous under-the-breath comment about me not remembering otherwise.

“Sounds good. I’ll bring along my suit so I can change. Not wearing that monkey suit a moment longer than I have to,” I said with a smile.

Despite herself, she smiled back at me and I’d planted the seed of the fact that she’d need to change to, perhaps I’d get a chance to comment, or weigh in? Or maybe more…

My brain produced an image of her in an elegant black dress, waiting for my feedback, needing my opinion, the way she needed to share her own opinion now…

My dick started to harden and I was grateful the armored uniform hid that, even if it made it a bit uncomfortable.